Characters: Bridget
Summary: I am growing a heart of ice, something that can't be harmed, can't be shattered.
Pairings: None
Author's Note: Bridget character piece; beware twisted lines of thought. And I thought, "Hey, what if 'Frostheart' isn't a surname? What if 'Frostheart' is a moniker'?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Record of a Fallen Vampire.
I am growing a heart of ice, something that can't be harmed, can't be shattered. My veneers will all be winter and snow, and my skin will be a glittering field of diamond, white and hard.
I was soft once; you remember the time. You have watched me from the beginning, seen all my softness, my hopes and my dreams and my fears, seen how the latter took ascendance and the former were all crushed to dust. My hopes were torn apart, my dreams set on fire, and now there is nothing left but fear.
And pain, and rejection. Never hate, which I can't understand; why can't I hate him, why can't I hate the cause of all my suffering?
But never mind. Hate is not important now. Hate is fire, hate is destructive, hate is blinding, hate is all of the things I can't afford to have clinging to me if I ever want to put right was made wrong.
I will instead be ice. Ice that can't be broken, ice that can't be stopped. Love was what hurt me before, love was what made me weak… So I simply won't love anyone anymore. It is too hard, too perilous, too weakening. Love has become a liability, my greatest weakness and enemy, so I will simply cut it out of my life like stray threads from the hem of a dress.
I will grow a heart of ice, glazed and hard, so that when my blade goes through his flesh, I won't feel anything at all.